Saturday, June 25, 2016

To The Gutters

What would you do with that knife that hasn’t been done a million times before unto me? 

Thrust it as fierce as you might want, break the flesh, the bone, brittle…it shall never fill that void one calls life.


None is more black than the shattered mirror, the rippling well, the underbelly of life, where the dead shall suffer death no more.   

Come and tear at the flesh, to the gutters, where the dead shall suffer death no more.

Friday, May 27, 2016

Nightwalks

Nothing soothes the senses more than a walk through the night’s evergreen realm. 

Quite unexpectedly, sometimes one is bound to find itself in the midst of enlightenment, and, perhaps, the company of a wise denizen of the woods. 


Wise enough to explain, and clarify, why all the sevens are actually ones…. 

Thursday, May 26, 2016

All Is One


No matter how much misery one has to endure, it all leads to one final truth. That divinity is attainable in life, and in joy, rather than just wrath.

That tales of old are not merely imaginary, but more likely a shrouded reality, waiting to be learnt and understood in the dusty, cobwebbed corners of the ancient weald.

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Moon Mirror







Each time I look upon the moon, under the veil of night and its layers of dark clouds, it never fails to transport my mind to that serenity, high up in the misty skies.

What was it that the old one once told me about the glorious night light?

“It is but a mute reminder to our real abode, within the stars, where the slumbering below is the awoken above“

Friday, May 13, 2016

Wonderful View XXXI


With so much death and paranoia around nowadays, one would suppose we should have an intensely progressive science of death.

A sort of ‘necrothology’, to either clarify the inevitable or even present alternative scenarios which resemble ‘hope’.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Share the Journey

Share your journeys, they say. Share the bane and pleasures of your lifelong journey, so that you are not caught alone in the webs of your mind. 

It helps, they say. Helps ends the endless thirst for more hunts. More taxidermy. More late night shoveling. 

Early morning regrets. 



Faces in the crowd. 



Latex gloves. 



Voices under my eyelids. 



Ad Nauseam


Fucking useless advises...

Thursday, April 7, 2016

One’s Diatribe is Another’s Accolade

“There is nothing spontaneous or accidental about "rock." It is a product of classical studies of the ancient Phrygian terrorist cult of Satan-Dionysos, the model for the Roman Bacchic cults of similar characteristics. Crowley’s control of the "rock industry" has been documented by a team of [private] investigators, who have also noted, that in addition to the Satanist lyrics, Satanist messages embedded sublimely in rock recordings are a key feature of this subversive operation. 


The "rock rhythm" itself is copied from the old Dionysian-Bacchic cults. Even without the drugs and sexual orgies which are characteristic features of hard-core rock affairs, repeated, frequent, hours-long exposure to constant repetition of "rock rhythms" produces lasting, drug-like effects on the mind of the victim. Reducing sexual practices to the level of bestiality, is a crucial feature of Satanism in all historical periods studied, from Phrygian Cybele-Dionysos cult-period onward.”


Wednesday, April 6, 2016

A Non-generic Groundswell

What could be more generic in the extreme, underground metal scene than references to blood

And yet, every now and then, you do stumble upon things that emanated such hard to cast aside, groundswell of anger and hatred, that really do last in your blood more than just a generic, teenage-angst of some early years dabbling in the underground.

I guess, for some of us, there’s nothing generic about feeling an affinity with the darker shades of consciousness.


Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Ontology


"I regard consciousness as fundamental. I regard matter as derivative from consciousness. We cannot get behind consciousness. Everything that we talk about, everything that we regard as existing, postulates consciousness."